A growl escaped his lips as I tugged on his golden locks. The heat radiating from his body only made me want him more. His head was on my stomach as we shifted deeper into the mattress. Eyes fixated on the trapdoor above us. Fingers scratching his scalp, earning a deep husky purring sound. Feeling his smile against my skin, I squeaked at the sensation. His black-gloved claws lifting the hem of my pink shirt. Slowly tracing patterns immediately, I could feel myself blush. Eyes closing in pure bliss, wondering how long this was going to last. His ring had yet signaled that our night together would soon be ending. Just the thought of him having to go made my lips pout. In annoyance of our rendezvous and how we always ended up in my bedroom. Especially in or on the covers of the bed, enjoying each other's presence. Knowing deep down how wrong it was. He is in love with the spotted hero of Paris. While my own heart only belonged to another. So, what exactly was our situation? Were we only using each other to avoid the possibility of rejection by the ones who own our hearts? Yet I knew that he is in love with the part of me that can never love him back. Why was it so comfortable talking to him like this? Only the two of us here together, not entirely sure what the future may bring.
"If you keep doing that with your lip. We are going to have a problem, Princess." Smiling, I looked down at him, those dark green eyes piercing my bluebell ones. As his fingers continued to dance upon my skin.
"Do your worse Minou" I whispered, letting go of his hair. Watching his eyes darken with lust; his black catsuit quickly looming over my tiny frame. His hands gripping my hips, so I could not move. Flashing his impeccable smile, I spotted those canine teeth. As he went in for the kill; a predator baiting his prey. That mouth of his aiming for the base where my neck and shoulder met. Slightly moaning at the contact, he peppered the spot with light kisses. Arching into him, one hand grabbing that golden bell of his. The other tried to block my mouth as more moans escaped.
"You taste delicious Marinette" he growled, grabbing both of my hands. Lifting them above my head, pinning my wrists in his hand. While the other grips my neck his legs straddling, trapping me in-between him. Fingers slightly pressing my neck, causing my hips to buck into his lower region. Those canines grazing my skin "look at me Princess" his voice, causing me to shudder. Feeling his presence over me, I slowly opening my eyes half-lidded.
Only to widen them as I stared at neon blue. Once green eyes were now blue, and his hair was white. H-h-his suit had turned w-white as well. Oh, Mon Dieu! Fear coursed through my body, as I tried to get from under him. His grip tightened making me wince in pain.
"C-c-chat N-n-noir?" tears brimming my eyes as I tried to breathe.
"Wrong name M 'lady" he stated squeezing harder, causing me to wheeze. Black tiny spots appearing in my vision. "I'm just getting started!" He exclaimed, pressing his lips to mine. In a rage yet it was euphoric, the weight of his body colliding on top of mine.
"Marinette" he moaned, his tongue grazing my bottom lip. Demanding to gain access, yet I kept them pressed together.
"Marinette!" A new voice yelled, move my brain whispered. No matter the fact that I wanted to, I could not. Paralyzed with fear, my limbs not operating. The voice called out my name again, it seemed to be so far away.
Get up!
Get up!
Gasping, my eyes flew opened to see the red kwami of creation staring at me with concern. Not Chat, or whoever that was, sitting up my hands went to my neck. Slowly rubbing it while wincing in pain; strands of my bluenette hair stuck that covered my neck. While the rest of my body was sweating.
"Marinette you were screaming and thrashing around, are you okay?" Tikki, my kwami asked her voice quivering. Nodding, I pushed the covers off and headed down the little staircase. That led to the rest of my bedroom; sitting at my vanity, I noticed a slight bruising on the sides of my neck. With a bruise at its base, the memory of Chat's lips sent a chill down my spine. It was all a dream and yet an alley cat had left a hickey. Shaking my head in confusion I grabbed my color-correcting primer and concealer. Finishing off with powder, hoping that my parents and friends at school would not be able to see them.
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Darkling
Fanfiction"Marinette please let's just go home, your gonna get sick out here." She said as a chuckle escaped my lips. While staring out upon the dark water. There's a certain beauty in the ideal of darkness. It's never just applied to one situation, it's an e...
